For Sean Bell

Fifty shots breaks the silences of the chilly Queens, New York morning air. Shot after shot after shot a brief and an almost inaudible pause then more shots ring out. When silences finally lay claim to her domain there lay injured two and one dead. Death came on what was to be a most joyous day and there would be no rice throwing instead there would be dirt throwing; ashes to ashes dust to dust. Murder is murder whether I am civilian or an officer of the state. Murder took place on that Queens Street and Justice must stand up and do her work or she will be liken to a liar. She must stand or her blindfold will be use to strangle her by lawlessness. How long will you gun down our people whether in a warehouse and get away with it or under the cover of night and walk free. Justice must stand if not they will begin to gun us down in daylight and walk over or decaying bodies until the earth claims are remains. How old long oh Justice how long will you sleep?